Chapter 54: Mantis stalks cicadas

The Sahasen are a mountain tribe living in the northeast of the Sultanate. The climate is hot and dry, and almost no grass grows in their territory. This has also developed the strong character of the Sahasen people. They often draw swords at the same time when they disagree. Therefore, this has become a good place for the Sultan king to recruit soldiers. However, after seeing the flower world outside, some Sahasen people who have been in the army have started to think about it. After retiring, they return to their hometowns to organize the young men who long for a good life, forming mercenaries, and devoted themselves to the side who is willing to contribute money during the war, and gain benefits and money from it.

The mercenary led by Chardar is a free mercenary group that has been fighting for many years. Therefore, the members are mostly wearing various armors, including half-body Sultanic scale armor, and Western block iron armor. They are all kinds of different weapons, and the weapons in their hands are also different from spears to cross swords. These weapons of the Sahasen people were obtained on the battlefield. When they just left their poor hometown, they had nothing but a wooden stick and a ragged shirt. If they want good equipment, they must survive from the battlefield. Gradually, people who are not suitable for the battlefield are eliminated, and gradually there are only strong people.

"Let's go over and get around those idiots, we'll penetrate through the gap." Chadal waved the sword in his hand, tried to shorten his body, and made his target smaller. The Antioch's crossbows and arrows were flying above his head, and from time to time, Sudan soldiers were shot and killed.

The Sahasen people smiled grimly, like their mercenary captains, approached the Antioch camp with their weapons. When they were avoiding the arrows, these cunning Sahasen people showed their own abilities. People with agility would avoid the arrows left and right, just like loaches in the river. However, the strong Sahasen people didn't care about the arrows that flew to their heads at all. They grabbed the Sultan soldiers beside them to use them as shields. This behavior made the Sultan officer extremely angry, but they could do nothing to them.

"Come on, pagans." The Antioch Knight danced his sword in blood. The Sultan soldiers who fell under his sword were already tenth or eleventh. He could not remember clearly, and only knew how to mechanically wave the sword in his hand.

"It seems you are having fun." At this time, a Sahasen appeared in front of the Antioch Knight. He had dark skin and was wearing a close-fitting small scale armor. He held a scimitar on his shoulder and looked at the fully armed knight in front of him with a provocative look.

"Yeah, a lowly pagan." The knight held his sword in both hands. His shield was broken in an attack with a sultan soldier, so he threw away the shield in time. The enemy was too many, and the defense line in the camp was not enough.

"So I hate knights the most." The Sahasen attacked first, wielding a scimitar at the knight. Although his figure was not as tall as a knight, his arms were powerful. The knight held a sword and kept resisting the attack of the scimitar.

"Well, damn pagan." The sound of the knight's sword colliding with the scimitar kept ringing. Although the Antioch Knight wanted to attack, the knight in the chain armor was slow to move and sacrificed speed while defending the whole body. The Sahasen's armor was very simple, which was also the reason why they knew that speed was the guarantee of their lives.

"Oh." The knight's barrel helmet blocked his sight. He did not see another Sahasen man sneaking away from his side. He suddenly threw out a rope with stones tied to the ends. The rope tripped the knight's feet and caused the knight to fall forward to the ground. The two Sahasen men pressed the knight, and then a thin short sword penetrated into the gap in the knight's armor. Blood was flowing in the vital area. The knight struggled violently for a moment and stopped moving.

The Sahasen were not soldiers with honor. They used the simplest and most direct way to solve their enemies. The Antioch Knights were attacked by the Sahasen. Their despicable and shameless attacks made many knights who were still accustomed to fighting with honor lost their lives.

"Attack, attack, we almost did it." Chadal commanded his mercenaries and attacked the Antioch camp in a plundering manner. Chadal looked at the flag of Duke Frandel up in the middle of the camp. After the Antioch knights were defeated, it seemed to be a very easy thing to attack there. Chadal had decided to take the head of the old duke and then knock Muhald for a good amount of money.

"Oh, oh." The Sahasen were excitedly rushing to the Central Camp with a bloody sword, and the Sultan soldiers followed them. The Sahasen were like a sharp knife stabbing the heart of the Antioch camp.

There is also a circle of picket fences outside the central camp, and the thin defense is like a woman's dress. The Sahasen mercenaries believe that as long as they touch it gently, the "women" can only lie on the ground and let them show their power. Many Sahasen mercenaries even kicked their companions down the trench in order to enter the central camp first.

"Look, this is a must-earn business for the young men." Chadal held his sword proudly, looking at the charge of the Sahasen people beside him. After completing this deal, he might be able to buy a manor and never have to live a life of blood-licking from the knife. Chadal gasped and looked forward to his bright future.

"Boom, boom~~~." Suddenly, some strange things were thrown from the camp. These things that were thrown outside the camp burst into flames, causing a commotion among the Sahasen and the Sultan soldiers. The fire burst out, and the people covered in fire rolled on the ground howling, and the people next to them were igniting the people who were trying to put out the fire.

"Preparing projection~~~." Some tall soldiers in strange clothes in the camp kept throwing some lit pots into the attacking Sudanese crowd.

"It's strange that this is not Greek fire. What is this?" The war horse under Muhard's crotch made an uneasy nose sound because of the violent bursting. Its hooves kept digging the sand on the ground. The sultan officers who had never seen such a weapon looked like earth.

"Duke Duke, the grenadiers of Count Schwab blocked the enemy's attack." Duke Frandel stood under his flag in military uniform. Apart from his vassals, he was beside him, the grenadiers who were throwing with the pots in his hand. This was the last line of defense left by Schwab to ensure the safety of the Duke. The grenadiers were not large, and Schwab had never used them. Apart from the mezzanine spearmen, this was the last ace in Schwab's hands.

"But the number of grenadiers is too small to stop the pagans at all." The vassals nervously held the sword in their hands, and looked at the grenadiers fighting bravely blocking the sea-like enemies. Grenadiers kept bursting in the crowd, surrounded by the howlings of the enemy, as if they were in purgatory.

"We're going to be finished." The pressure of being surrounded by enemies caused the vassal to be incoherent. Although the sun emitted hot heat on his head, the vassals felt cold all over his body.

At this time, an incident occurred from the attacking Sudanese army. The Saracen people, as the vanguard, suddenly began to retreat. They did not listen to the scolding of the Sudanian officers, turned their heads and ran away without any hesitation. The Antioch soldiers who were broken and divided took this opportunity to gather together again and regain the lost positions.

"No, oh, no, damn Chardar, I want to hang him, I want to cut off his dirty head." Muhald looked at the failure caused by the retreat of the Sahasen people, and the Sultan soldiers saw that the unstoppable Saracen people were defeated, and inevitably suffered morale decline. Muhald was about to break through Duke Frandel's camp. At this time, he was like a pair of already rising men and women. When the man had already seen the woman in front of him like a lamb, and spread his legs, he found that he was erect and felt uncomfortable when he entered.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Mamluk attacks and immediately brings the Duke's head to me, and I know that the mercenaries are unreliable." Muhard said in a furious manner, he has ignored them.

"Mamluk attack~~~." The Mamluks, wearing heavy armor, stepped on the heavy sound of horse hooves, and roared straight towards the camp. The scattered Sudan soldiers along the way made way for these elite soldiers, and the Mamluks were holding spears and didn't even look at the miscellaneous soldiers.

"Boss, will we be blamed for retreating like this?" The Saracen mercenary asked Shadar curiously who issued the retreat order, and Shadar retreated to the rear indifferently.

"Hmph, how could we do it if we want to work hard for a little money? That strange thing in the Duke's camp is really terrible. It's a lot of killing and killing. If it's a lot of soldiers here, it's too unpaid." Chadal thought to himself. He knew that as long as he had soldiers in his hands, Muhard would not do anything to him. If his soldiers were completely lost here, he might be hung on the city wall.

In the canyon, the Templars finally saw that the Mamluk of Muhald had been dispatched. Lei Ruo immediately ordered the Templars to be ready. They rode their own war horses, clasped the carriage rifles wrapped with colorful ribbons in their hands, and waited patiently for the command of the commander.

"The Templars attack and charge towards the general of the pagans~~~." Lei Ruo held up his sword and used the spur on his heel to slam the horse's belly and galloped. Behind him were the whistling Templars. They held a forest-like carriage rifle, and a torrent of steel composed of Templars rushed to where Muhard's flag was. This was really a mantis stalking the cicada oriole behind.

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